Julius Reed's mind was blank.
A complete blank!
When that warm and moist sensation washed over him, he even thought the woman beneath him was Nelson.
At least, Quella Radcliffe was rarely so proactive.
But...
This damn woman is Elwood Thorneycroft!
What the hell is going on!
Julius Reed abruptly rose to his feet, yanked his arms free from Elwood Thorneycroft's embrace, and hastily wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"Ptui!"
He spat on the ground.
His mind was in turmoil!
How could his pure and unsullied self be defiled like this?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Aren't all women supposed to be reserved?
He reminisced about thousands of years ago, when he saw men and women of this world blush even from just holding hands.
Moreover, he was supposed to be playing the role of a flower-thieving bandit!
How had it come to the point where he was the one being taken liberties with?
What kind of world is this!
"Son-in-law, why hide? Come here!"
